Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. ~ William Congreve.

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AMANDA

Arms crossed, I listened to Robert’s press announcement with a smirk playing on my lips.

My gaze never wavered from his image on the screen.

His face was expressionless as he spoke about the investigation and how his team had apprehended the person responsible for framing him. Then he talked about throwing a party to celebrate his victory.

The speech was monotonous and by far the most blatant but idiotic attempt ...